Elodie’s POV
We settle in beside him, spreading out towels and unpacking bags, and Murphy sits up properly, grinning as Callie immediately shows off her new bucket for his inspection.
'Very impressive equipment,' he says solemnly, examining it. 'Professional grade, this. You'll build something magnificent with that.'
The three of us mothers set about the necessary business of sunscreen application, a task met with the usual squirming protests and reluctant cooperation, floaties wrestled onto small arms despite Callie's insistence that she's practically a professional swimmer by now.
'Can we go in the water?' Callie asks, practically hopping from foot to foot the moment the last floatie's secured.
'Stay where we can see you,' I say. 'Right at the edge, understood?'
'Understood!'
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